They Call Him Grim

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Starry skies holding this child's cries

The black abyss is eternal space

Much like this child wanting an embrace

Only wanting to find a place, tears running down his face

A lost star, they call him by Grim, his light is slowly running dim

Moon says waits, the Sun says they're late

But lost star is losing to fate

He plays with the kites that float to his heights

Wishing the flowers would grow into towers to touch is feet

A lost star, they call him by Grim, his light is still running dim

"Catch my tears." His whispers to Earth "Keep my fears."

Poor Grim, if only he looked around, a family he would have found

Moon. Stars. The Milky Way, a wonderful abyss to wonder

If he knew these things perhaps he would have stopped to ponder

A lost star, they call him by Grim, his light has now gone off the rim.

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